Laura Kasischke Poems
|3.||After Ken Burns||10/14/2016|
|5.||Hospital parking lot, April||10/14/2016|
|6.||In this order||10/14/2016|
|8.||Recall the Carousel||10/14/2016|
|10.||The Second Death||10/14/2016|
|11.||Two Men & a Truck||10/14/2016|
|13.||You've Come Back to Me||10/14/2016|
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The white bowls in the orderly
cupboards filled with nothing.
of applause in running water.
All those who've drowned in oceans, all
who've drowned in pools, in ponds, the small
family together in the car hit head on. The pantry
full of lilies, the lobsters scratching to get out of the pot, and God
being pulled across the heavens
in a burning car.
The confessions like songs.
The sun. The bomb. The white
bowls in the orderly
cupboards filled with blood. I wanted
something simple, and...
Like the human brain, which organizes
The swirls and shades of the bathroom tiles
Into faces, faces
Of exhaustion, of disdain. The
Virgin Mary in the toast of course
But also the penance in the pain, and the way
My mother invented
Plums and tissue paper, while